Aria the Peacekeeper was a little fairy in the Enchanted Forest. She was gentle and brave. She liked calm voices and soft light.
One morning, the forest looked wrong. The bluebells were gray. The mushrooms were dull. Even the butterflies looked sleepy.
Aria put her hands on her heart. “Oh no. The colors are hiding.”
A bright Phoenix swooped down. Phoenix was loud and funny.
“Color nap!” Phoenix chirped. “Wake it up!”
By the pond, a Swan glided close. Swan was quiet and kind.
“I saw a big shadow,” Swan said. “Near the tall rocks.”
A Princess stepped out from behind a fern. She wore a small crown and big worried eyes.
“My ribbon was rainbow,” the Princess sniffed. “Now it is plain.”
Aria nodded. “We will restore the colors. Together.”
They walked on a mossy path. Phoenix made silly marching sounds. “Boom-boom, tiny feet!”
The Princess giggled a little.
Soon the trees shook. A Giant sat by a stump. He looked sad. His hands were huge. In his lap was a big paint pot, tipped over.
Aria did not shout. She flew closer, slow and steady.
“Hello,” she said. “Are you hurt?”
The Giant blinked. “I… I didn’t mean to,” he rumbled. “I sat down. I bumped the pot. The colors ran away. Now the forest is mad at me.”
Phoenix puffed up. “I’m not mad. I’m just… extra spicy!”
Swan whispered, “Shh. He is scared.”
Aria raised her tiny wand. It was not for fighting. It was for peace.
“Giant,” Aria said, “we can fix this. But we need the colors back.”
The Giant pointed to three places.
“Red flew to the berry bush.
Yellow hid in the sun-lily.
Blue sank under the pond.”
Aria clapped once. “A map! Thank you.”
First they went to the berry bush. Phoenix hovered and warmed the leaves.
“Red, red, come out of bed!” Phoenix sang.
A little red sparkle popped out and landed on Aria’s wand.
Next they found the sun-lily. The Princess bent down.
“Yellow,” she said softly, “please come with us. I will keep you safe.”
A yellow glow slid into her ribbon. The ribbon brightened.
Last was the pond. Swan dipped her beak.
“Blue,” Swan hummed, “swim up, little one.”
A blue bubble rose and kissed Aria’s wand.
Aria flew to the Giant.
“Hold still,” she said.
The Giant held his breath like a child.
Aria tapped the spilled paint pot. Red, yellow, and blue swirled. The forest sighed. Flowers blushed. Mushrooms shone. Butterflies danced.
The Giant smiled, slow and wide. “It’s back.”
Aria nodded. “And you can help keep it safe.”
The Giant opened his palm. Inside was a treasure: a smooth crystal jar filled with tiny rainbow dust.
“For you,” he said. “Sorry gift.”
Phoenix whistled. “Sparkle snack!”
Aria laughed. “Not for eating, Phoenix.”
She gave a pinch to the Princess’s ribbon. It became a bright rainbow bow.
She gave a pinch to Swan’s feathers. They shimmered like moonlight.
She kept a little for her pocket. A new skill woke up in her: she could now make a calm, glowing rainbow circle whenever friends felt scared.
In the Enchanted Forest, the colors stayed. And the Giant learned to sit gently.